Weekend Husband Swap

I had never heard the expression “cottaging” before I moved here but if you look it up; cottaging /ˈkɒtɪdʒɪŋ/ noun, the action of engaging in homosexual acts in a public toilet. Using it in a sentence would be like, “I busted my husband for cottaging at the train station.”

That part is true. My husband got busted cottaging at the train station, by me.

But I am ahead of myself here.

My husband and I had been in the city for some function, it was during the relaxed period of Covid restrictions, all fairly normal, a few stops at various cocktail bars for a few drinks and then time to catch the 2nd to last train home.

I was definitely the more sober one of us two and as I stood at the Kiosk buying our return tickets I heard from behind, “Well look who it is!!!”

I turned around to familiar faces, another couple we had met a few times at various things. Didn’t really know them to be honest, but about our age, one was enormously tall and the other was more of a fun-size gay but both fit, sexy and seemingly nice.

“Where you boys heading?” I asked after give the appropriate elbow bumps (given what happened later in the evening, not sure we needed to bother with elbow bumps…).

The shorter of the two, Ricky, says “Trying to get down to my Mum’s but I think we’ve fucked this up and even this train isn’t gonna get us anywhere close.”

The taller of the two, Doug, let out a snarl, “Didn’t I say we should have gone sooner? Huh?”

As they started to bicker, I interjected, “Well come on, let’s not all miss the train, get as far as you can, worst case, you grab a taxi.”

“I gotta pee,” said my drunk husband, to which I gave the look of “Really, now? Now you gotta pee?”

Ok, hard to be angry, he was shit-faced drunk so as usual, he stumbles off to the toilets in the train station.

“Actually,” says Doug, “think I might take a leak too, be right back babe.”

So that left Ricky and I sitting there on the bench in the concourse of the train station.

We bantered back and forth about how quiet the trains are these days, what each other does for work etc.

After a while, I thought to myself, “Hmmm, hubby is taking a long time to pee…..”

Now full disclosure, this is not the first time he has done this so I was prepared for this, but I handed Ricky my bag and asked to be excused to go “find the boys.”

The toilet is entered by a staircase going down, and on the right at the bottom of the steps is the row of urinals and on the left are stalls and sinks on either side of a wall divide the room.

A quick peak of the urinals and nothing.

Well, I kinda knew where hubby would be next……

Sure enough, under the one stall toward the end of the row I see his blue Adidas sneakers and another pair of shoes under the door.

“[name], sweetie, you ok?” I asked, knowing full well that he and Doug were fucking around.

As I say, this isn’t the first time hubby has disappeared into a toilet when he’s drunk and as before, he casually opens the door while zipping up his pants and says, “Hey babe.”

He almost ignored Doug which instantly made him very ashamed/nervous.

I felt for him so took the high road and said, “Come on guys, let’s get the train,” and I put my arm on Doug’s back to comfort him a little and get them moving.

They were both stumbling around so I knew that neither would remember and I don’t know why I don’t go ballistic on my hubby’s ass when he pulls this shit, but as you read from my stories, not like I am an angel.

As the saying goes, cocksuckers who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw glass dildos, or something like that.

We got to the train and found a table of 4 seats.

Ricky and I took the window seats rationalizing that if either of our husbands got sick they could get up quicker.

“How well we know our husbands” Ricky said as they slumped down into their seats and promptly passed out.

I said as I took off my coat, “How well indeed,” and I gave a disapproving glance to my husband.

“Oh,” said Ricky perking up, “There’s a story there, what aren’t you telling me?” he grinned.

“Do you really want to know?” I asked. “I don’t know if I should mention it.”

“What is it? Them in the toilet?” he laughed while giving a similarly disapproving look at Doug.

“Yeah,” I said pointing my thumb to my husband, “he does this all the time.”

“He does too,” flicking his thumb toward drunk Doug, “you don’t?” he asked.

“I’ll be honest, I do like a little public fun, but more in the outdoor sense and not that I am a germaphobe but I don’t think toilets are the cleanest,” which caused Ricky to burst out laughing.

“OH shit, sorry,” he said as he grabbed Doug’s arm who had bolted awake from the laughter.

He didn’t stay awake long and passed back out in the chair while my husband slumped forward onto the table and fell asleep on his folded arms.

“I’m not really into the toilet scene either but that’s more because what are the chances the guys you’d meet in there would be as cute as you or your husband, or mine for that matter?”

I thanked him for the sweet comment and felt my dick starting to stir.

“So what is your scene then, if not toilets,” I asked with a smirk.

“I do like the outdoor scene, speedos for instance, so hot, like the sensation of public flirting, whispering nasty shit in each other’s ears, trying to get away with things, does that make sense?” Ricky asked.

I couldn’t deny that he and I were very much on the same wavelength and as I was replying to his description, matching my love for speedos and how a good raunchy flirt in a hotel bar gets me going I suddenly became aware of some pressure against my crotch.

Ricky had taken off his shoe and now his foot was pressing against my bulge which instantly got me harder and harder.

I threw my coat over my lap and massaged his foot while he stroked my dick.

He continued with the little foot job and at one point, taking a little look, precum had soaked through my jeans from the attention.

“Pull out your cock,” he demanded.

“You first,” I laughed looking around to see where the cameras were.

After safely assessing that our seats were a little bit out of the camera view, I undid my jeans and whipped out my big curved 8.5” cut dick for him.

“I wanna suck that! Fucking hot!” he said as he slid down and under the table.

I reciprocated his movement and slid forward and down so he could blow me.

There in the train, with both our husbands passed out, cute little Ricky was slobbering all over my cock under the table.

Amazing blow job, but all good things must come to an end though and the conductor announced the last stop of the line which was probably a good thing because Ricky had me close to blowing my load.

“Oh shit! Oh Shit Oh Shit!” he laughed as he climbed back up to the seat, “We just totally missed our stop didn't we? It was like 4 stops ago wasn’t it? Oh fuck oh fuck!” he said as I adjusted my wet rock hard cock and stuffed it back onto my jeans.

“Don’t worry man, look, if you want, yours and my husband aren’t going anywhere, so why don’t you crash at our place, I could even run you up to your Mum’s tomorrow morning.”

He was super appreciative and off we went, grabbed a taxi, poured the hubby’s into the back and made our way home.

“Want a drink?” I asked after we got the passed out husband’s in bed.

“Sure” he replied, “You know, we should have swapped husbands and put them in one bed to sleep it off and then you and I….well, you know…continue what we started on the train.”

“I thought you’d never ask” I said handing him a glass of whiskey.

Before we took our first sip, my dick was getting hard and we simultaneously put our glasses on the kitchen island and embraced into each other’s arms.

Next to his enormously tall husband, Ricky seemed really short but kissing him, I realized that he was maybe an inch shorter than me.

We kissed while I pushed him back against the cupboard doors.

His hands roamed all over my body.

I had him pegged for a bottom, but you never know.

But he was a seriously good kisser and we stayed in the kitchen for a long time grinding our bodies together making out.

He starting talking nasty to me which was a total turn on.

“I would have sat on that cock in the middle of the train for all to see stud,” he whispered, “You could have raped me there and then, begging for your babies, not giving a shit who saw or heard.”

“Suck my dick,” I said pushing him down to his knees.

One-by-one he popped the button fly of my jeans while he murmured more nasty talk.

“Throat fuck me, make me gag, choke me with that big dick daddy, I’m gonna drain those nuts…”

Can’t deny, totally turned on and hard as a fucking rock at this point.

He was a cute guy, good kisser and the downward curve of my long dick fit perfectly down his throat.

It was near impossible to make him gag, he was that good of a cock sucker, but I tried and did make some tears in his eyes and at one point caused a mini-gag.

Definitely a submissive bottom boi coming out to play at this point because on his knees he put his hands behind his back and let me throat fuck him as hard and as deep as I wanted.

I skull fucked him like this for a long time, sloppy spit dripping down from his chin, him moaning and groaning and eventually, it was too much, I pulled out of his mouth and blasted a nice load all across his face and down his throat.

As I licked and fed him my own cum I said, “go shower and clean that ass babe, I’m gonna fuck you hard. By the time you get back this bone is gonna be ready for you.”

Small problem emerged at this point. One drunk husband in my bed, another drunk husband in the spare bedroom…..living room sex it is!

I went upstairs and grabbed some poppers and lube and quietly knocked at the shower room door, “Everything ok in there?”

“Come on in,” everything is fine.

As I opened the door to the shower room, Ricky was looking gorgeous under the water. Nice tight body, little bit of a speedo tan line happening and a nice round ass which was now squeaky clean and ready to fuck!

“Oh treats!” he laughed eying the poppers as I shut the door and started to strip.

He got down on his knees as I approached the glass wall, “Give me those,” he commanded of my bottle of Jungle Juice.

After a few big hits he resumed his cock sucking and it felt every bit as good this time as earlier in the kitchen.

Moaning and talking nasty he slobbered on my cock with the shower water running down his arched back. A very pretty sight.

“Fuck me” he said standing up and turning around to prop against the tiled wall.

While he poppered up, I lubed up and got ready to impregnate this cutie.

The shower has a little ledge on the end near the opening so I grabbed his right leg and placed his ankle on the ledge giving me an amazing view of a very sexy little ass hole.

I didn’t bother fingering him at this point but slowly impaled his ass.

“Oh shit! Oh shit! That’s big, fuck me! Oh shit, yes, fuck yes! Oh fuck me!” he cried out as I went deeper and deeper.

It was probably less than 5 minutes of this before I blew a load in his ass and we were towelling getting ready for round 3.

Downstairs in the living room, we fucked all over the place. He started by straddling me on the sofa and in doing so blew a big load all over my chest while kissing me.

The hottest position (and I had to take a pic) was him on his knees on the sofa, head buried into the back and me doggy style fucking him. His round cheeks hardly moving as I fucked him hard with him begging and moaning for daddy dick.

Almost a porn worthy shot to be honest.

A few loads later, we had literally fucked ourselves into exhaustion and collapsed on the rug.

After a short rest there, we hopped into the shower one last time to clean off.

This cute little pig got me hard again so I fucked one final load into his ass before we towelled off, said goodnight and went to our respective husbands.

The next morning over coffee and croissants, our husband’s had no clue what had transpired and we didn’t really think it necessary to confess either.

“What time did you go to bed?” my husband asked?

“Shortly after you,” I winked.

Ricky and Doug have since become regular visitors to our place and we’ve even had foursomes and one sixsome with another couple but always, Ricky spends a lot of time riding my dick and we do everything we can to fuck behind our husband's backs knowing full well that they are probably doing the same thing.